United States -- History -- War of 1812 -- Fiction
"That's all right, David," I said, "that's all right. If Mr. Taylor
has consented to think it over and talk with my father, I'm pretty
sure that you'll go with me in the spring. I haven't seen much of the
world, and don't know many folks in it; but when a man is willing to
consider a thing, and talk about it with somebody else who has already
considered it, it shows that he's a reasonable being, and I feel sure
my father will make Mr. Taylor understand that it will be better for
you to go out into the world than stay here at home. There are already
too many mouths to feed in your family, and you'll have to go away from
home very soon, anyway."
Then I told David some of the things I had read about the sea and a
sailor's life. I told him particularly of the prize money that was
obtained whenever a ship-of-war captured an enemy's vessel. Then I
spoke of the wages that sailors obtained, especially after they got
to be mates and captains; in fact, I dwelt a good deal more on the
captain's wages than I did on those of the mariner before the mast. I
had already said the same things to my father and mother, and that was
one of the reasons why they consented to my going to sea. My mother,
bless her loving heart! believed that her son would come home a captain
before the end of the year.
Ambitious as I was, I could not take her rosy view of the case, but I
did not undeceive her. My father was less sanguine; but of course he
was proud of his son, and believed I would succeed. A mother's love
and hopes are always far greater than a father's, but in saying this
I do not mean to cast any aspersion upon the head of our family. He
was affectionate to us all; and though he was severe at times, he was
always kind and just.
Well, it was not long before Mr. Taylor and his wife came to our house
and spent an evening. I was sent on a visit at Mr. Taylor's in order to
have me out of the way during the conference, and my brother Charles
went to call on the girl to whom he was engaged.
The evening was an anxious one for both David and myself, and the time
passed slowly. We tried to lay plans and talk of our future, but it
was very difficult to do this when we did not know whether David would
be permitted to accompany me or not. I went home at half-past eight
o'clock, the time agreed upon, and met David's father and mother about
half-way between our two houses.
I stopped and talked with them a moment, said that I had had a
pleasant visit at their house, and they in return said they had passed
an agreeable evening at my home. I hoped they would tell me what
decision had been reached, but they said not a word on the subject
that was uppermost in my heart. I had half a mind to ask them, but
concluded that it would be impertinent for me to do so. So I bade them
good-night, and proceeded on my way.
When I reached home my mother had gone to bed, and my father was just
going. With some hesitation I asked if it had been determined whether
David would go to sea or not.
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